Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Nature is the color of trees
Sound of birds
Cry of the loons.

Sound is hearing
what you see.

If one thoughts are
forever on the past
and future
One is missing today.

It is said
the wind
scatter prayers
around the world.

1 comment:

  1. Good Morning Laurette, Your new poem is lovely. I also love the sounds of nature and I also especially love the sound loons. Hugs Judy